Captain Tiller's Ghost Ship: a large, flying, ship of the line outfitted with gun ports and other stuff. There's also a room in which they keep most of their stolen items. It contains a large sofa, several gaming systems (an XBox 360, a PS3, a Wii, and an old NES system), and a bar (they're pirates and they like their liquor!). There's also a stolen jacuzzi in the captain's master bathroom. That's right, he's got a master bathroom on his old ghost ship. But it's never used.

"Aye, welcome aboard!" said Captain Tiller to Zepher and Aria, "If ye need refreshments, just go to the visitors' lounge!" He laughed heartily.

she was breathing which was good. Zepher picked her up and lay her on the sofa. now what were they going to do. Zephers head was filled with to many things. it seems whoever Aria had potaled in could stop deamons, he'd have to ask her when she woke up. Zepher was tensely pacing in the living room. he really wanted to just blow something over and release some steam.

"We have some gaming systems if you need a little stress relief," said Cash to Zepher, jumping on over to a stolen big screen TV. Connected to it were several gaming systems.

"I don't think now is the time for games" said Zepher obviously stressed. he glanced over at Aria, still unconcious. "is there any way we could revive her?" for a number of reasons one of them being so he didn't have to endure Tiller and Cash alone.

"You can try a bucket of cold water," suggested Cash, "That usually works..."

"Or we can leave if all that is required is time," said tall talking skeleton in a pirates uniform. "My name is Bill, if you were wondering," he said, picking up both a Cash and Tiller and carrying them out of the room.

Aria's small form shook violently, memories came unbidden. She screamed, then was quiet. She could hear everything around her, feel everythin- especially the pain. Had she had enough power to call Chelinka? If not. . . then the pain was probably not an after effect. She struggled to listen to talk- to make sure she wasn't back at ' his' castle. But she couldn't talk, couldn't move. Why was it so quiet? No- not quiet- footsteps, pacing. To light to be his, Zephers? Yes, it was. Her raggedbreathing smoothed slightly as she opened hereyes slightly. " Zepher?" She whispered the words barely audible, he probably wouldn't be able to hear her. . .well maybe. Her eyes shut- her body ached. The only relief was the relief of knowing she wasn't bacl there that she was here- with Zepher,and even the crazy qhosts.

Aria screamed. Zepher eyes snapped over to her and his body followed after. but before he had reached her, her eye's were closed again. "Aria" he wispered standing over her. "Aria" he leant over and touched her. " are you ok?"

Her body shuddered slightly as she forced her eyes to open agian, "Zepher-" She smiled weakly wincing as the memories threatened to spill out agian and pin washed over her body agian. Her body curled itself into a ball and tears leaked out her eyes. Her body wouldn't stop shaking- all the walls she had made over the past lfew weeks dissovles like nothing and the memories- and pain were reliving themselves. The curse-the curse that whenever she left she would have to endure all the torture- his assurance that she would always come back. She groaned throwing her walls back up and pushing the memories away. She had to keep the walls up . . . her hand gripped Zepher's tightly as she struggled not to let herself give in.

Zepher couldn't resist the urge to hug her. he lifted her up off the couch and into a more upright position. "it will be ok, you are just tired, do you want something to eat?"

She opened her eyes fully, leaning agianst him to stay upright. She shook her head . Her body relaxed slightly, she was sure that her walls were up- for now.

"You sure, where else are you going to get the strenght to fight deamons again when they find us agian" Zepher said softly. her leaning against him was relaxing him, despite the very real threat of something far worse than death was follow just behind them.

"Aw, darnit," said a little voice. It was a small, about one foot high, ghostly turtle. He continued, removing his chef's hat, "And I was going make you something special..."

Aria chuckled slightly though not for long because it hurt. She sighed and smiled at the small turtle. " K, I'll eat something." Aria's body relaxed completely as she leaned agianst Zepher. She wondered why she wasn't frightened of him anymore, she smiled faintly, she was glad she wasn't but it was still odd . . .after everything. She pushed the thoughts away and looked up at Zepher. "So, you saw Chelinka . . .?"

"Alrighty then, I'll be right back," said the little turtle. He stopped before he left and added, "I'm Tip, the Turtle, by the way."

Aria turns her head to the little turtle. " Thanks Tip."

"Chelinka... that was who she was?... where did she come from? and why can she stop deamons?"said Zepher in barage of questions that had been filling his mind. "sorry that what alot of questions at once, you can answer one at a time over lunch" Zepher smiled she had nice eyes... eyes.... he didn't normally pay attention to eyes not since..... everything changed. Zepher removed the thought from his head. now was more important than the past.

Aria smiled with a nod."ok.". Her smile turned to one of satisfaction at the fact that she had been able to call Chelinka- it meant that she was no longer in the hold of the binding spell- her powers could finally be used to the extent of what she could control. She mulled over this for a second then shrugged it off looking up at Zepher agian. She wondered if he minded her leaning on him? It didn't seem like it. Well she liked it- a faint trase of red appeared in her cheeks as she admitted it- even if it was only in her head. Still with the embarrasment came wariness, how could she be so comfortable- she hadn't though she would even be able to make a single friend . . . because of everything- especially a boy. She pushed the thought away she didn't care- the fact was that she had . . . hadn't she?

The way she looked at him made him tingle all over. that was bad, that meant he cared, he had thought he had stopped caring. It wasn't a seacret that his weakness was girls. if someone wanted him dead a female assassian would be the best bet. but he had stopped caring after..... what happend.... refusing to let himself relive it. they had become a means to an end. Aria actually made him feel.... happy, despite the hole they were now in. The sort of happy he normally got from flying or looking at himself in the mirrior in a new outfit. Put simply Zepher HAD to find a way to save Aria from the deamons, even back when he had a choice. Zephers stomach rumbled... hmm he was hungry where was that turtle with lunch.

Suddenly, a large ghostly barrel rolled ino the room and stopped near Zepher and Aria. As it righted itself and sprouted two eyes Tip walked in with a couple of sandwiches on plates. And these were seal sandwiches, something would actually be beneficial to mortals.

"Here you go," the little turtle said, placing the plates on the barrel, "I hope you like it. We haven't pillaged any fine restaurants yet but this should do just nicely."

"By the way," said the barrel when Tip left the room, "I'm Wage. Just ignore me..." The barrels eyes shut and disappeared.

Aria chuckled slightly, leaning up a bit so she could get her plate. "Thank you." Her voice had returned to the quiet, hesitant one she had used before. Once getting it she retured to her previous comfortable position. She wondered whether she really should, she doubted he liked her . . . well in the same way that she thought she liked him. She doubted anyone could like her, especially with all the danger and such. She sighed lightly but kept her position-if he wasn't going to object she was staying put.

Talking things, these beings where odd for sure but they didn't need to follow the normal laws of physics. In fact in different diamentions who knows how his powers would react to the different physics. he would have to test it out later. unfortunatly Zepher had to let go of Aria to turn and face the assortment of food. hmm it seems that the turtle had some grasp on earths cusine. that was somewhat suprising, although when he had asked for food he had forgot he was talking to a turtle. Zepher ate like a hungry Teenager. Fast.

Aria giggles slightly as she watched Zepher eat. She took a bite out of her own sandwitch. Better then all the food she had got, which wasn't saying much since she had rarely gotten fed- and when she did it usually tasted like . . . stuff that should never be eaten. But then agian it probably had been made of things that shouldn't be eaten. She smiled slightly and kept eating. Her throat was parched slightly and the food might have bothered someone else as slid agianst there throat but to her it was heaven- if not for the constant lurking danger. She frowned slightly- how long would it take for Chelinka's powers to wear off- or for 'him' to come himself? SHe shuddered slightly as the thought, she would have to find a way to escape the guost crew. . . and Zepher.

"what are you laughing at?" said Zepher before finnishing the rest of the food. "So are you going to tell me how this Chelinka person is?..... in fact I want to know the whole story, why are you being chased by deamons?"

Aria hesitates immediatly becoming tense. "I fled . . . am fleeing someone and he thinks he can catch me with demons." She frowns, she was trying to be vague. "Chelinka is a . . . well I suppose you could say she is a guardian. Technically she is . . . well she is my sister-except my sister died. 'He' killed her to get to me." Aria stops, struggling to contain herself, and not let any emotion show on her face, she might have succeeded but her eyes usually gave everything away. "So Chelinka- well she's an angel, who choose to stay here."

Zepher rearranged his seating position and put his arms around her again. "don't worry they wont catch us and even if they do we will be ready for them" he wasn't sure he believed that. his powers were physical and obey'd the laws of physics, he simply couldn't beat something using magic. but holding her certainly made him feel much better, certainly made him feel it was possible. grrr feelings he thought he had lost them. "I need to know how to stop a deamon, can you teach me?"

"Yeah, how can we stop a demon?" asked Wage, the talking barrel, "Because we want to help!"

Aria smiled slightly, comfortably leaning agianst Zepher as he put his arms around her. She frowns slightly at the question about teaching them to defeat a demon. She inwardly checks her own magic and is slightly relieved to find some of it has come back already. After a slight hesitation she nods. "I can try- but it matters what powers-or weapons you have." She looks to each of them.

"Well, we have the indestructible demon of the sea, the Kraken, in our holding tank," said Wage, "he might prove useful."

"I have the power of the wind, I can really turn anything into a weapon, would you like another demonstration?" Zepher asked smiling

Aria chuckled at the though then cocked her head thoughtfully. "I'll have to go down there later to see if he can be usefull. Any of the guosts able to use magic-or powers of any sort?" Then she turns to Zepher- she knew he could fly but that was about all she knew.

"I can grow in size," said Wage, the Barrel.

Suddenly, the others ghosts fell out of a nearby closet.

"I'm incredibly strong," said Bill, the Skeleton.

"I have an incredible sense of smell," said Tip, the turtle, "And I know how to make any potion..."

"I can teleport things between dimensions," said Check, the lampshade.

"I can eat anything in sight," said Cash, the treasure chest, "And I can store anything inside of me!"

"And I can cast magical spells with me weapons!" laughed Captain Tiller.

Zepher smiled as she looked at him. "if you make me a paper plane I'll show you what else I can do."

Aria chuckles trying to listen to everyone at once and still remember who could do what. She thought for a second. "Lets see the strength could be usefull if we could find-or make some magic weapons you could throw at them- the smell . . hmm not sure about that one but the potions would definatly come in handy- I have most of the ingrediants." She mused on these things then continued. " Teleporting could be usefull- for one thing if there are a lot of them we could teleport some of them to deal with fewer at a time and for another u could teleport weapons to come out behind them. The eating- not sure but you might be able to use the storing to our advantage. As for he weapons- Could I see them?" Finally she turns to Zepher a small paper plane seemingly appearing in her hand out of thin air. " And your power will be more usefull then you think' She says easily reading his doubt about his own powers being useful agianst demons. " Alright, I want to see everyone's power in action, but only one at a time." She was surprising herself with all the talking, it was kind of like being a sort of leader. But why was she hopeful? It was true with everyone's help they propably could beat a lot of demons, but what if someone got hurt . . . or worse? She sighed she knew they weren't going to listen to her about her leaving- and while on the guost ship she wondered if she really could escape unoticed.

"Aye, these be my tools of bargaining," laughed Tiller. He unsheathed one of his sword and said, "This be the Sword of FrostBurn, capable of casting hot and cold spells." He pulled out his blunderbuses and said, "These guns can shoot whatever magical pellet I load into them. And finally, I got the holy hand grenades. They regenerate after every use."

"We probably have some more magical items in the storage room," said Cash.

Aria smiles slightly taking the sword with a grin. She takes small piece of something from a pocket and throws it into the air. Twirling the sword she catches the thing- now an icecube. She chuckles slightly handing the sword back to Tiller. She had strenthened the power slightly. "Nice weapons, do I want to know where you got them? Oh and anychase we could see what else you may have, later? Ok whose next?"

Zepher folds the paper into a classic paper plane. "watch this" he says before throwing it. Zephers throwing hand comes up to his face, for affect more than anything. The plane at first flys perfectly straight before suddenley making a sharp turn, an unaturally sharp turn. the plane flys in a tight circle and heads of in another direction. It dips slightly then does a loop de loop, effortlesly. Zephers eyes and the eyes of everyone/thing else in the room follow the flight of the plane. Zepher feels everyones eyes on it, he knows he is the center of attention. time for some more mazing tricks he thinks. The plane comes out of the loop de loop and accelerates, takes a sharp turn around the room and contines to accelerate. a whooshing sound can be heard as it flys close to the spectators, it comes around again, this time it slows down Zepher holds out his hand and the plane lands."hmmm I had alot of spare time when I was a kid, everyone else always wondered how I hit the teacher everytime" said Zepher with a smile.

"Kid," said Captain Tiller to Zepher, "I'd make you our new helmsman if you were up to it..."

Aria was smiling. "Wow, that was amazing." She grins at Zepher. His powers were awsome. They could deffinetly make use of that.

"errr sorry Captain, I already have a..... err I am a little too busy...... Who next?" subject changed Zepher relising that it would be a bad idea to say he already had a job. Aria's praise made him feel even better than he normally did when he got praised he had a smile from ear to ear.

"So what kinda potions do you need?" Tip asked Aria, puting on his chef's hat.

Aria thought it sounded like Zepher had a job already- she wondered what it was- maybe she would ask later . . . wait when had she decided she was staying. She frowned then smiled- she liked being with friends but that didn't mean she could stay-it mattered. She leans agianst Zepher agian waiting to see who would go next. She was glad they seemed to asume she didn't have powers- or at least that they didn't want her to show them- or the most probable that the thought of asking her to show her powers hadn't yet formed into a question to ask as She herself had asked everyone to show her there powers.

She turns to Tip with a thoughful exspression. Hmm, what are you best at?"

(((sorry I was typing mine when Tip said his questin)))

"I can make all sorts of potions," said Tip excitedly, "From healing to defensive, to offensive. But I'm especially good at making the kind that can turn into vapor once released from their vial."

Aria nodded with a sly grin. that's perfect- she knew just the potion." You have pretty good ingrediants here?"

"When I go pillaging, I always steal the best ingredients!" Tip beamed, "you should see my pantry!"

Aria grinned, "ok that's another I have to check out later." She laughs quietly- surprising herself-she seemed to be doing that alot lately-laughing felt good- though wierd. She had always been so used to closing off all her feelings-at least in front of other people- well except when he- but that- grrr she muttered something unaudible under her breath pushing the memories away agian and putting a fake smile on to cover her struggle. "Ok-whose next?"

((((((((((Why is everyone taking so long to reply?!!??!)))

((Sorry, I have twelve other threads I'm monitoring))

"What about me?" asked Cash. He bounced in front of the others and asked, "have any special plans for me?"

Aria thinks for a second- "How big of things can you hold inside of you?"

(((oh lol that;s okay I'm only monitoring 4 hmm I think 'Zepher' got off )))))

"As long as you can put it inside of me," said Cash, "I can store it. In fact, right now, I have a twenty foot pole inside of me..."

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